Well Blue ... I hope you're happy. I'm finally posting.
Let me introduce myself to the uninitiated .... I'm The Rev and once had a larger than life personality in the cyberspace entertainment industry known to most as efeds. It all began on Topix ... (in those days I was known simply as monk) ... when our leader and mentor TNA4Life began the brand Topix Pro Wrestling or TPW!
I spent many a sleepless night pouring over my keyboard carving out my TPW Heavyweight career with my created character GrimStone. I kept the name monk as my online personality and used Monk with spelled with a capital M when I was writting as GrimStone's geriatric manager.
The life .... the myth ... the spectacle that was the imaginary world that existed in both our minds and online was all consuming and soon got the better of some of us. In short ... TPW Died!
At the same time TPW was in the height of its glory another fledgling efed was emerging as a serious contender for efed dominance. I was like the oncoming of the appocolypse ... the four horsemen breathing down death and destruction, raping the innocent, perverting moral truth, and riding atop of these hell born steeds conducting this cacophony of desecration was the man some of us know as Rex (Axl).
TcW sat on a precipice soon after TPW's demise and found that it too could quickly be plunging down into its own demise. That's when Rex gave me the call to clean up TcW before it was too late. That was the birth of "The Rev" as I ushered in a new era for TcW as its new General Manager.
I created The Rev as a vulgar dispicable perversion, in fact the full name was Reverend Peters McPheelie ... I know ... maybe it was over the top ... but that was the direction I was going with. What ensued was one of the most enjoyable tenures I had in the efed business as TcW soon swelled in membership with talent that far exceeded anything that was in TPW.
Those men and women include ... DDanger ... Doyle (Duster) .... alex (Firecracker) ... Maddox ... CJ Wright ... Prodigy ... CenanRock ... Hell Fire ... RVD (Gregory Zade) ... Big Daddy Bull ... Rex ... Ricky V2 ... and many others.
Below was my first promo as TcW GM ... I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
A choir singing “I Have Decided To Follow Jesus” blared its blessings out across the arena. Most of the fans were holding their ears or inserting a finger down their throats. Signs popped stating “Church is For Fags!” and “I Party with Satan!”.
Appearing on the stage is a face of a hardened son of a bitch. Under his grizzled chin a ring of white indicates his position as a man of grace, one of the redeemed, a born again saint. Then …. he opens his mouth.
“Greetings my wayward sons and daughters. May I introduce myself?”
The crowd gives its response, “BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
The Rev. waits, his eyes bulging with rage. Finally he explodes.
“SHUT UP, You backsliddin’ sons a bitches. You are in the presence of a man of God, than again you wouldn’t know that would you? Most of you fell out of the crotches of crack whores and were raised by drunken pedophiles. Hell, you are all a bunch of fornicating assholes yourselves. Well PERAISSSE GAWD, you finally have a chance to redeem yourselves.”
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Followed by ….
“YOU SUCK …. YOU SUCK ….. YOU SUCK …..!”
The Rev. gets up his muster again.
“Is that what Jesus would say?!!”
This urged them on even more.
“YOU SUCK JESUS ….. YOU SUCK JESUS ……. YOU SUCK JESUS”
“SHUT UP!!” The fans began to quiet down. “As I was saying before I was whoremongers and faggots, my name is REVEREND PETERS MCPHEEELIE!!! I have come to lay my hands on TCW, I have come to heal TCW, I have come to bring holy revival!”
The Rev. starts shaking and sweating while the chorus of “I Have Decided” continues to grow louder.
“Dear Lawd, I feel a healin’ comin’ on …. Praise JEZZZUS ……. “
Parson Peters begins running up to the stage. “Who wants to be healed PRAISE GAWD, ….. Who wants my hands to lay their touch upon them …… You my son, come up here, let Rev. McPheelie heal you of your heathenous ways.”
Some poor sucker is pulled out of the fans and dragged up to the ring. The Rev. grabs him by the head, “Do you want to be healed?”
“Yes!”
“Do you feel the power?”
“Yes!”
“Close your eyes my son”
“Oh yes!” He closes his eyes.
“I am about to bless you!!”
“Thank you Rev. McPheelie.” He’s in tears, shaking wildly.
“Are you ready, my son?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to be hit by the spirit?”
“Yes!”
“I said do you want to be hit?”
“Yes! Hit me dear Lord.”
Smash!!!
The Rev. knees him in the nuts and then ….
CRACK!
Chair to the head.
“Let this be a warning to the rest of you that think God is for the weak. Tomorrow I’m calling a meeting for all you who have the guts.”
He looks at the moaning wuss bag in front of him.
“Oh and by the way ….. YOU ARE HEALED!”
The Rev walks out.
